A Moment in Time (descriptive writing)

Supple leather boots mould onto my feet as I anticipate a bullet whizzing past my ears. Soft marshmallow-like clouds pollute the sky with their dull, grey colour. The sun’s bright rays disappear as it lays down to rest and the stars begin to swarm the sparkling night sky. Everything is still, moving in slow motion. My heavy back pack is weighing me down like a black-hole forcing me in. I peer along the plain, boring desert looking at the muddy land and the dead skeleton like trees swaying in the soft silent breeze. I think of my friends who have fallen like a set of waves that have laid down to rest.